Tuaoi Stone Dwells In Silence
Tuaoi stone dwells in silence
Tuaoi stone dwells in silence
Beneath the Atlantic waves,
Director of the traffic flow,
Controller of Aeroplanes,
Valixi flew with power guidance,
from point to point with ease,
Submarines were directed and powered,
by this crystal fired machine,
Perhaps it doesn’t really know,
It’s work still done, unclear?
Beneath the briny undertow,
Does it work it’s magic here?
Remote control of Aeroplanes,
Controlled, a few thousand years ,
Perhaps Bermuda Triangle
Has some landing lanes, I fear,
And controller of the ages,
Is still at work right here,
When tractor beams engage,
Sits traffic controller one?
Landing another straying Jet,
It’s just its job, gets done?…
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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